You know that little feeling…that subtle nagging feeling that says ‘that might not be quite the right size?’ Yeah. I should really learn to listen to that feeling. The hat I was working on? The one I was three inches into? The one that seemed to be just eating up yarn? Yeah. I tried it on. It was too big. I gave it a tiny gentle tug. It grew and grew and grew. A second later The Boy came by and stuck his head in there along side my head. That’s really not a good sign for a hat. It has, alas, been ripped. It will be rethought and cast back on tonight or tomorrow.